Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Chapter 150 Can I take a look at that mark on your forehead...?

The two men were carrying a pet cage containing a rather large spider, which belonged to their friend Lee Jordan.

Clearly, the twins were once again shamelessly teasing their younger brother, as they always did with Ron.

This year, four Weasley children returned to school together, but Percy, who was promoted to fifth grade and elected prefect, has his own prefect's car and has already gone to his own area alone, not with his younger siblings.

Before long, the train slowly started moving, its wheels vibrating, and headed towards Hogwarts.

Puni felt a slight sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, including sadness and nostalgia). Time seemed to fly by, and in the blink of an eye, he had already said goodbye to first grade and was about to begin his second year of school life.

The train had been traveling smoothly for a while, and just as Puni and Qiu were chatting leisurely in a pleasant atmosphere, a knock on the door suddenly rang out.

Puni looked up at the door of the cubicle and saw two figures come into view.

Two freshmen, a boy and a girl, stood awkwardly in the aisle, their youthful eyes revealing their naivety as they entered school.

The knocking sound just now was from the girl in front of me. She had a delicate face, except that her upper front teeth were slightly large, making her very distinctive.

Puni was slightly surprised, not expecting to run into these two key figures so soon.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Hermione hadn't expected that there would only be a man and a woman alone in the cubicle before she knocked on the door. The moment she opened the door and saw the scene, she couldn't help but feel a little awkward and embarrassed.

But noticing that Puni's expression was gentle, without any impatience or displeasure, she suppressed her inner restraint and mustered the courage to explain her purpose.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. I'm helping my friend Neville Longbottom look for his lost toad. Have you seen it?"

Upon hearing these two familiar names, Puni understood immediately.

The girl before him was Hermione Granger. Her features matched his memory perfectly, with her slightly large front teeth and light freckles on her cheeks being her most distinctive features.

As a central figure in the trajectory of fate in this magical world, Hermione has only been exposed to magic for a short month, yet she shows no signs of timidity or restraint typical of newcomers. Instead, she is composed, confident, and exudes a powerful aura.

However, Puni knew that beneath this calm and confident demeanor lay the unease and anxiety of a new student facing an unknown magical school.

Even though Hermione was well-read and had thoroughly studied a large number of Hogwarts-related books beforehand, she had never actually set foot in the magical school, so there must have been an unsettling feeling hidden in her heart.

Neville Longbottom, standing behind Hermione, looked exactly the same as Penny remembered.

No one could have predicted that this timid, introverted, and ordinary-looking boy would gradually transform into a key figure who would rewrite the course of the war.

Puni couldn't help but think of the past.

It was his help that changed the tragic fate of the Longbottoms, who were destined to be mentally unstable and bedridden for life.

Today, the Longbottoms still work at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, but their status has changed drastically.

After retiring from their Auror positions, Mr. Longbottom, with his solid magical skills, was hired as the hospital's security chief, while Ms. Longbottom became a professional medical wizard.

The selection criteria for Aurors are extremely strict. During their service, they need to be proficient in the preparation of various high-level potions and skilled in the treatment of various magical injuries and illnesses. Therefore, after retiring, the two transitioned to medical and security positions with almost no adaptation difficulties and the transition was extremely smooth.

When Puni first learned of the couple's career choices, he found it amusing. The couple had spent half their lives entangled with St. Mungo's Hospital, forging an inextricable bond with the magical hospital.

Even though his family circumstances have changed, Neville is still not immune to the little troubles of childhood.

The frustration and sadness of losing his pet toad were written all over his face; his eyes were red, his expression was aggrieved, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment.

Seeing their predicament, Qiu spoke first and gave a reply: "We haven't seen any toads here. You can try looking in other cubicles."

Hermione seemed relieved upon hearing the reply, and quickly bowed apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly closed the cubicle door and hurriedly left with Neville.

The atmosphere between two peers alone was quiet and warm, so it would be quite abrupt to suddenly intrude, and anyone would feel awkward in that situation.

After the two figures walked away, Qiu noticed that Puni's gaze was still lingering outside the door, and couldn't help but tease him.

"You've been staring at the door. Is it because that little girl you just saw is quite attractive?"

Upon hearing this, Puni immediately turned around and denied it: "Of course not."

"I was just marveling at how wondrous the causes and conditions of this world are," Puni explained earnestly, sharing his thoughts.

Autumn's eyebrows and eyes are curved.

Before long, Harry and Ron noticed that there were still empty seats in the box. They exchanged a glance, walked over together, and took their seats.

As soon as Ron settled down, his gaze was fixed on Harry's forehead. His expression was a mix of restraint and curiosity. He hesitated before asking a question, pointing to Harry's hairline, his words coming out in broken sentences.

"May I see that mark on your forehead—?"

Harry didn't refuse. He raised his hand to brush aside the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing a clean, lightning-shaped scar.

Ron immediately focused his gaze, his expression solemn, as if he were examining a very significant and precious object, his eyes filled with awe.

Puni, standing to the side, gazed at the scar and pondered to himself.

These are remnants of the Killing Curse. The surface is unremarkable, with no magical fluctuations, and it looks no different from an ordinary external scar.

He had previously read about the Killing Curse in ancient magical texts, where the spell's trajectory resembled lightning. The traces before him inevitably made him think of the connection.

But Puni was aware of the strangeness of it all.

The Killing Curse is a universally acknowledged inescapable and fatal curse; those struck by it have absolutely no chance of survival.

It is no accident that Harry faced this curse when he was still an infant, yet only survived with a scar.

An unknown, special force resisted the fatal damage from the curse, and this force was not a physical defense; otherwise, the curse could not have penetrated the barrier and left a mark on Harry's forehead.

Several pairs of eyes focused on his forehead, and Harry couldn't help but feel uneasy. He quickly let down his hair and covered the distinctive scar again.

"Was this mark left by that mysterious dark wizard?" Ron asked in a low voice.

Harry nodded slightly: "Yes, but I can't remember anything that happened back then."

Just as Ron was about to press for more details, Puni coughed lightly, interrupting their conversation.

He meant to remind Ron that digging any deeper would only reopen Harry's past wounds and be extremely rude.

Ron immediately realized his slip of the tongue and awkwardly looked away.

He knew he had asked an inappropriate question, but couldn't find a suitable topic to ease the tension. He could only turn to look at the fleeting scenery outside the window, trying to dispel the subtle awkwardness in the private room.

Instead of dwelling on past pain, Harry is now filled with curiosity about the magical world.

He turned to look at Ron beside him and started a new topic: "Is your whole family wizards?"

Ron put aside his embarrassment and nodded seriously in response: "That's right, everyone in my family is a wizard. My youngest sister, Ginny, hasn't started school yet, but she's very talented and will officially enter Hogwarts next year."

He then introduced his brothers: "Fred and George are in third grade, Percy is the prefect of fifth grade, and I have two older brothers who graduated this year and are no longer staying at school, so you won't see them this time."

Harry was shocked. He had never seen such a large family before and couldn't help but feel envious.

The warm atmosphere of a large family connected by blood and spending every day together was something he had never experienced in the Dursleyan household.

Compared to his childhood of constant exclusion and mistreatment, a pang of sadness welled up in his heart, and he grew even more attached to this new magical world, long harboring the idea of ​​staying here forever.

Penny saw through Harry's emotional fluctuations and spoke up to comfort him, while also explaining the real rules of the wizarding world to him: "The Weasleys are a rare large family in the wizarding world. Most wizarding families have very small populations, and your Potter family is no exception."

Harry looked bewildered; he knew nothing about his family's past.

"The Potter family is an ancient wizarding family with a long and rich history," Penny said slowly. "If you are interested, you can go to the Hogwarts Library to look up the ancient books, which contain complete family records."

He then solemnly added a more realistic rule to prevent Harry from having overly romanticized views of the wizarding world: "The wizarding world is not harmonious. Many pure-blood families are extremely xenophobic. Once a family produces an ordinary person who cannot cast spells, or a member who is close to a Muggle, they will most likely be rejected by the family, or even expelled directly."

Harry looked at Ron with surprise, wanting to confirm whether what he said was true or not.

After seeing Ron nod in confirmation with a serious expression, he realized that the seemingly free and wonderful magical world was far more harsh and cold in its rules and prejudices than the ordinary human world.

"Moreover, class discrimination in the wizarding world is far more pronounced than in the Muggle world."

Puni raised his hand and took out the magic wand from his waist. He lightly tapped the tip of the wand on the train window, and neat words instantly appeared on the transparent glass surface.

"Pure-blood wizard?" Harry murmured the words on the glass.

Ron immediately chimed in, his tone clearly skeptical: "There are kind people in pure-blood families too, but most are arrogant and conceited, which is extremely off-putting."

Puni continued waving his wand, writing several keywords on the glass one by one, patiently explaining each one: "Muggle-born wizards, half-blood wizards, Squibs, house-elves—these are the most basic class divisions in the wizarding world."

"Pure-blood families pride themselves on their noble bloodline and look down on all non-pure-blood wizards. Muggle-born wizards are wizards whose parents are both ordinary people, while half-blood wizards are offspring of couples from different worlds. Squibs are offspring of wizarding families who are completely incapable of casting spells, while house-elves are a magical race that has long been controlled and enslaved by pure-blood families."

He used the simplest analogy to help Harry understand: "This class relationship is similar to the hierarchical division in the secular world. Only those who master magic can truly stand in the wizarding world, and Hogwarts is an exclusive school that teaches magic and trains wizards."

As they were talking, Puni noticed footsteps approaching in the corridor. He immediately waved his wand to wipe away the writing on the glass, put the wand away, and returned to his normal sitting posture.

Harry was still processing these unfamiliar rules when there was a gentle knock on the box door.

The next second, the witch pushing a snack cart poked her head in, her face bearing her ever-present gentle smile.

She recognized Puni at a glance; his clear blue eyes held a familiar smile, clearly showing his deep impression of the young wizard who had spent so lavishly last time.

"Young master, would you like to buy some snacks? I specially prepared a lot of chocolates this time."

Harry, who hadn't eaten all morning, now had a very empty stomach, and his abdomen rumbled with hunger.

Feeling a little embarrassed, his cheeks flushed slightly. He reached into his pocket, his fingertips touching the gold and silver coins he had taken from Gringotts, preparing to pay for the snacks himself.

Before he could make a move, Puni had already spoken first, smiling as he accepted the chocolate frog offered by the witch.

"We meet again. Could you please bring us a wide variety of snacks, including one of each of the newest ones?"

After saying that, he turned to the two people by the window and said, "Please take whatever you like, don't be shy. Also, prepare another set and send it to the red-haired Weasley twins up ahead. All expenses will be covered by me."

The witch beamed with delight, her enthusiasm overflowing: "Thank you so much, generous young sir! I'll give you a special discount on everything today!"

The snack-selling witch deftly unloaded a large box of goods from her cart, neatly arranging all kinds of chocolates and chocolate frogs inside, and then piling on a large number of novel magical candies.

There are lollipops that can glow on their own, sweets made to resemble magic wands, and many other unique snacks with distinctive shapes and flavors, all of which have never appeared in the ordinary Muggle world.

The novel snack designs instantly caught their attention. Ron couldn't help but gasp, his eyes widening as he swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the pile of snacks.

Harry's situation was similar. During his years living with the Dursleys, he had never had any pocket money to spend as he pleased, nor had he had the opportunity to experience such novel and magical foods. His heart was filled with novelty and longing.

At the witch's enthusiastic recommendation, the two chose filling staples like cauldron cakes and meat pies, and also grabbed all sorts of candies and snacks.

In a short time, the selected food filled the entire table, and even the empty seats on both sides of the private room were filled with a variety of dishes.

Ron looked at the pile of snacks in front of him and was about to enjoy them when he suddenly remembered something, and the joy on his face faded a little.

He awkwardly opened his old backpack, took out a sandwich carefully wrapped in oil paper, with a hint of helplessness and disgust.